another man at work

Here is Eldest Son, just finishing his lunchtime shift at the Chinese restaurant. We met up for coffee and a chat.

I'm waiting for the bus home now. The bus company is a local one..you get a laminated ticket which the driver keeps in a little Tupperware box. Fares are variable, depending on how much change he has in his pocket. There are no ticket machines. Most of the passengers have bus passes anyway...I think I'm the only person who actually handed over some money today. There are only 3 buses a day into town and the last one goes at noon. The joys of rural living!